Birth Mother, First Mother


Illustration from Alice in Wonderland by Sir John Tenniel

Through the rabbit hole

I’ve been lurking around over at Birth Mother, First Mother Forum. Their blog has 117 followers. I’ve been clicking on each little picture, wondering who all of these women are and what their stories are. If there is a link on the profile, I click on it and read a bit of their blog. And then I look at their followers and I click on those little pictures and see if they have blogs and who their followers are, and then……

Are you following me? I mean, this is a journey through a cyberspace rabbit hole where there are birthmothers around every turn!

One thing I’ve noticed is this: Many of the followers and the followers of the followers, etc. do not have blogs of their own, so I don’t know for sure if they are are birthmothers or not. But I bet they are. Or adoptees. There are quite a few adoptees who follow Birth Mother First, First Mother Forum, too.

There are so many of us. So many birthmothers. So many adoptees. From the Baby Scoop era alone, there were four million adoptions.

So now I’m hooked. Every day, I’m going to click on a couple more pictures. And of course the blog itself is very thought-provoking. I admire the writing team of Lorraine Dusky and Jane Edwards. They have a lot to say. And they say it well.

In addition to Birth Mother First Mother Forum, there are more resources here.


5 thoughts on “Birth Mother, First Mother

  1. Just Me

    You’re very pretty in your photo of you at 17. You look like Marsha Brady with darker hair. I hope you take that as a compliment. 🙂

  2. FauxClaud

    Yes, there ARE alot of us! Way moree than there was say, 10 years ago! But there are so many many more that are still afraid to come on out of the birthmother closet… I hope they hear us someday!

  3. Lorraine Dusky

    Hi, it’s lorraine from firstmotherforum…
    I find adoptee connections everywhere in my life, but then…I’m open to them. I’d like to know myself if our followers are more adoptees than first moms because that is what I suspect…at least with other birth mothers I can be truly open about my feelings which seem just as tender as the day when I signed the damn papers in 1966, 44 years ago, as I found out when my granddaughter, who was adopted, visited last week. I call it the pain that goes on giving.


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